Hatred

That's the word i think of when i think of you, knowing that you can steal my heart and break it with one look. Knowing that i can't have you, that i'm left with wanting you, needing you.

I hate you so much because i love you so much. No one has ever been able to do to me what you do to me. Yet you do nothing at all.

Hatred.

Completely opposite of what i feel for you, yet its there. I think of you, and i get a contradiction of feelings.

I'm not like all the other girls that fawn over you, thinking that there's something special about me that i'll be the one you let in, that you'll bare you soul to me, tell me your secrets and dreams, you wishes, your fears, your everything. I'm not foolish in that sense.

There is nothing special about me. I know that i'll never be the one you hold at night to comfort, or the one to see you cry. It'll never be me.

And i hate you for it. Because I want it to be me.

I'm left with the craving, the needing. Every fibre of my being cries out to you, and you have the power to completely ignore me.

I wish you could teach me how to do it, how to ignore such feelings. Because then i would try my hardest to make these feelings stop.

I want more than anything to stop this desire for you, because I know you'll never choose me.

Why would you? I wouldn't choose me either.